I Ate This: Monte Cristo At Squid & Ink

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What: The Monte Cristo

Where: Squid & Ink, 1128 S. Albro Pl.

When: Tuesday-Sunday, 9:00 a.m.-Midnight, 206-763-2696

Cost: $7.50 plus tax and tip

Official Tasting

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I Ate This: Monte Cristo At Squid & Ink

  • I Ate This: Monte Cristo At Squid & Ink

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    What: The Monte Cristo

    Where: Squid & Ink, 1128 S. Albro Pl.

    When: Tuesday-Sunday, 9:00 a.m.-Midnight, 206-763-2696

    Cost: $7.50 plus tax and tip

    Official Tasting Notes: We have a pretty decent assortment of meatless options in Seattle-The Wayward Caf?, Jhanjay Thai, Chaco Canyon, the non-meat-meat burrito at El Chupacabra. But between the all-vegetarian Georgetown Liquor Company and the all-vegan Squid & Ink, Georgetown should be every herbivore's preferred spot. The Squid & Ink opened in August and has all the elements down to make it a success: 1) it's got that whole indie/punk/DIY vibe, 2) it's open late, and 3) the food is hearty. Oh, and 4) it serves breakfast till 4 p.m. My first trip to the Squid & Ink was on a drizzly Sunday. As with any great non-meat restaurant, making a menu decision was tough (unlike carnivores, our decisions at restaurants often go like this: "Hmm...do I get the veggie burger and risk that it was grilled alongside cow meat, or just get the Alfredo without the chicken?"). At a joint like Squid & Ink, the non-meat eater feels empowered: "Do I go for the Grilled Ham & Cheese, the Biscuits & Gravy, the Chicken-Fried Steak, or one of several tofu-based omelets?" I went with Monte Cristo; hunks of vegan ham smothered in creamy vegan cheese and sandwiched between two slabs of inch-thick French toast. The deal with the Monte Cristo is it's halfway between breakfast and lunch; it strikes a balance between syrupy and salty. The ham is of the pink, fleshy variety found in Araya's pumpkin curry. But when slid in between French toast, it takes on a smokiness, and eating it makes you feel like a lumberjack in some far-off logging camp.

    It was a thick meal, for sure. In the end, it rests in the bottom of your gut in the manner of a Mission burrito. But I'd be lying if I told you I didn't keep eating. My wife couldn't finish her faux-fish filet sandwich, so I took care of that, too.

     
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